I just discovered there’s an ongoing entry in the History folder for something called Open Diary, and wondering who a certain file name was, I began to read them and of course it’s The Cat Who Walks Alone. I got to find out that she’s experimenting with both sex and atheism, so what am I supposed to do with this? I really, really wish I hadn’t read any of it, but I had no idea until I got started and it became obvious. All those nights recently where she stayed up late doing “e-mail”, I thought it was IMing with the BF, and it’s this.
Should I let her know I know what she’s been up to (the sex and the atheism are about equally important in my mind, except that you can’t get pregnant from saying you don’t believe in God anymore)?
And geez, should I tell the Better Half? In her entries, he comes across as someone she loves but fears deeply. How can our children possibly fear us? Tears come to my eyes.
He’ll hit the ceiling when he reads the stuff about the BF. And she’s right when she fears his reaction to the atheism thing. As he’s gotten older, he’s gotten even more conservative, especially as soon as he discovered he had a nubile teenage daughter. Watch the protective Daddy curtain come down, but in a nice way, I thought. :rolleyes:
I never had a diary to which I confessed my deepest, darkest secrets, being a totally horse-crazy teenager. I never told my mom about the (extremely minor) stuff I got up to with the (one) boyfriend I had before I met and married the Better Half, and it quite honestly wouldn’t have occured to her, a good Southern Baptist church lady, to ask her National Honors Society daughter, “Are you letting him finger-fuck you out behind the restaurant after work?”
The Cat was just inducted into the NHS a couple weeks ago. Yes, I do remember what it was like to be a teenager, but I had a different mindset–there were some things you just absolutely didn’t do with a guy, and letting him “put it in you” was only for really Bad Girls. Which I wasn’t. I had an extremely sheltered existence as the Straight A Student at the First Baptist Church.
So I have like zero experience with what it’s like from the other side of the Teen World vis-a-vis “doing the nasty with the BF up in his room”. We started letting her go over to his house, because we thought she was being so sensible about all of it. And no, she doesn’t have a particularly difficult set of rules, we don’t even have a curfew as such, just “be home at a reasonable hour”. And she knows Mom is sitting here waiting up (thank God for the SDMB to keep me company), “in case you have another wreck and need to call home”. My dad waited up for me.
What am I supposed to do with this? Talk to her about it, or not? I’m assuming that she knows where babies come from, and about condom use. I know I mentioned it a year ago, when she first started going out with this guy. But it was more along the lines of, “You do realize that if you get pregnant, your life is basically over. Don’t expect me to babysit.”
The religion thing, I don’t personally ever remember going through a serious crisis of not believeing in God. God existed, and that was all there was to it. Get on with your life. So what am I supposed to say? Wait for her to grow out of it? My sister went through this when she was in high school, but it was mainly because she got involved with a local borderline Christian cult, who ostracized her at school when she expressed skepticism concerning some of their teachings, and it burned her out of Christianity. “Forever”, she said, and she wandered around with Rosicrucianism and stuff like that for years, but now she’s sort of settled down into a kind of pastiche of world religions. Well, she’s a grown woman and can make up her own mind. But is there something I can do to help my not-quite-17-year-old daughter?